[[CAJUN CYPHER]] ------------------------ Couyon - lovable idiot. Bayou - swampy water highway. Pirogue - tippy lil’ boat. Zydeco - accordion party music. Two-step - dance your feet betray you in. Mon cher - “my dear,” with attitude. Tata - fuss over, baby, soothe. Maw-maw - grandma with cures. Boude - pout dramatically. Fix your mouth - say something right. Gar - big scary fish. Atchafalaya - long river, longer stories. Mais - “well!” Cajun edition. Sha - sweetie, babe. Mais non - absolutely not. Bless your heart - you poor thing. That dog don’t hunt - that won’t work. Viens ici - get over here. --- [[LYRICS]] ------------ [Verse 1] You actin’ like a couyon hollerin’ loud like you run this bayou, but bay-bay, you can barely paddle you splash more than you move. Talkin’ big in that lil’ pirogue, tryin’ to flex like you zydeco royalty, but every time the beat drop you two-step off-key. Quit actin’ brand new you full of hot air and borrowed swagger. Talkin’ loud, sayin’ nothin’, like you raised yourself in some fantasy. [Hook] Mon cher, don’t tata me, I ain’t your maw-maw’s remedies. I’m sweet, yeah but I ain’t sweet tea. You throw shade like you crawfish-spicy, but you mild as mayo, baby. Quit all that boude-in' fix your mouth or go home. [Intro] "shh… don’t boude now" "Go sit down somewhere… you started it" [Harmonica solo] [Verse 2] You braggin’ like you caught the big gar, but you out here with a busted rod, tellin’ stories long as the Atchafalaya none of ’em true, all of ’em tired. Mais you a hurricane? Mais non you a summer sprinkle. A lil’ pop-up storm that blows itself out before the gumbo’s even warm. "Bless your heart" cryin’ ’bout the heat like a tourist, “it’s too hot! it’s too hot!” Sha, that’s Louisiana, boo. Go lay down if you can’t handle it. And go on - make a liar outta me. But that dog don’t hunt, and everybody see it. [Bridge] You ain’t a beast, you a bay-bay, steady carryin’ on for attention. Don’t let your mouth write a check your behind can’t cash ’cause the bayou don’t bend for nobody frontin’. [Hook] Mon cher, don’t tata me, I ain’t your maw-maw’s remedies. I’m sweet, yeah - but I ain’t sweet tea. Quit that boude face, drop the act you ain’t big bad bayou bravado, you just talkin’ circles, couyon. Hush up and listen: I still got love for you, but get yourself together. [Outro] (come on now… viens ici) (let me teach you how to stand right in the swamp)
